When I Grow Up …

 

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She believed there were only pros to fusing things together

the bricks to build her house

the quilts to keep her grandchildren warm

the neighbors at the parties she threw

She was a pro at fusing things.

Nothing came apart.

Nothing tore.

Nothing fell.

No one was left out.

And all because she was generous with her love,

plentiful in her resources,

abounding with energy.

In all these things, she was profuse

never lacking

seldom flawed

and never felt defective.

In her wrinkled, aging hands

she held the world together.

I want to be like her when I grow up.

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A Lesson Tethered to a Bad Memory

A sunny spring day and all the kids were across the street playing. I decided to take Buffy outside with me without a leash, something I never did – not even as a ten-year-old.

We went across the street to the Mandy’s to  play with the other neighborhood kids. Buffy was so happy to be the center of attention. But she didn’t know the limits like we did.

I saw her run towards the street. I saw a car going to fast coming down the street. I yelled for her to come back but she didn’t. She ran in front of a parked car. The speeding Mr. Jolly didn’t have the chance to see her.

I heard the thudding sound under the car. I heard the screech of the tires. I heard the screaming inside my head and the bursting of my heart.

Me, the one who treated even my stuffed animals with care and tenderness. And I would have to live with this new feeling of intense guilt.

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I know. Not such a “jolly” memory for today’s prompt. Nevertheless, a true story that changed my life. Life is full of lessons tethered to both good and bad memories.  Over the years, I have loved many dogs and I do my very best to keep them out of harm’s way.

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Can you feel Her? Can you see Her in the stone?

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photo taken in Cabo San Lucus, Mexico by C. Dennis-Willingham

She is an old, old woman

full of grace but wisdom more

She rocks within her sinewed arms

a child from long before.

She serves as a reminder

(Through an image made of stone)

those passed are not forgotten, thus

we never are alone.